I can almost smell the burning
It's all overloading
The plot goes in circles and the
Characters are possessed
Deirdre throws a trifle across the room
Richard drives in a river screaming 'I love you'
Small trifles coalesce
Into one big mess
And it's f*cked up
There's people having weddings and wakes
On a spinning rock in space
Well who'da thunk it uh
Creatures pumping hot blood
On a floating ball of mud
Well what about that uh
Well how about that uh
It's an absurd show
Should've ended long ago
But the new seasons keep on coming
A jig and a dirge
Fight each other to be heard
A big song-and-dance over nothing
It's sand that blows away
There's people having weddings and wakes
On a spinning rock in space
Well who'da thunk it uh
Creatures pumping hot blood
On a floating ball of mud
Well what about that uh
Well how about that uh
There's people having weddings and wakes
On a spinning rock in space
Well who'da thunk it uh
Creatures pumping hot blood
On a floating ball of mud
Well what about that uh
Well how about that uh
Well how about that uh